Well, the first refers (almost no surprise in some ways) to how my little imram is getting a severe beating from the waves. So no TESOL classes starting tomorrow. Delays, as it were, due to weather. Thunderstorms, lightening, the works. And out on the waves is an idiot on a raft. No, not an idiot. Am imram-goer. Not stupid, but definitely not clever in the conventional sense. Not clever in the nine-to-five sense. I don't need to be prodded to get from point A to point B. I have a different itinerary- something like from point Z to Q. I don't know. It's definitely not going to be boring.
So what does Bolyongok have on this trip besides the bare essentials (to be listed at a later date/time)? A string of metaphorical pearls. The graduation address yesterday talked about pearls, and for those who were there and were listening, that's enough of an indicator about what today is like and what tomorrow will be like, etc. Maybe things will be looking up by the weekend.
"Happy feast of Pentecost!" I shout into the void of cyberspace and listen, impressed, to the echoes.
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